This felt reminiscent of several memoirs that I’ve read over the years: a dash of The Glass Castle, a very small Hollywood pinch of I’m Glad My Mom Died, and a bit of humor like This Will Only Hurt a Little by Busy Philips. The author actually sounds a little like Busy (I listened to the audiobook) but I didn’t find her story nearly as compelling. I certainly appreciated all of the Chicago improv bits, as a Chicagoan and a fan of Second City. I just wish I felt invested, and it just felt all over the place and much heavier than I was expecting, without enough humor to carry it through. Not giving it an official rating in Goodreads, bec I am not a fan of rating people’s life stories. But I’d say this was a ⭐️⭐️ read for me.